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Can you imagine me on stage shaking my booty in a dance hall queen competition? Well that's exactly what I did on Sunday night at the DNA lounge. Fun is too weak a word to describe the experience. Sean Paul was in attendance and that just made things better.

I love Caribbean music and I don't get to hear it often enough. Having the chance to dance all night long to soca, dancehall and some old school hip hop just made my week or month.

So I was dancing near the stage, grooving on the music and doing my thing when they started to call for ladies to come dance on stage and compete for the chance to meet Sean Paul. I wasn't turned on by that opportunity but couldn't in all conscience allow a dancehall competition to take place without a real island girl to represent.

The main problem is that when most American girls think of dancehall dancing they immediately think of bump and grind. Images of pole dancers come to mind and girls immediately get freaky. Either that or they just shake everything from the waist up. Dancehall isn't about arms or poles it's about hips and ass. So I decided to show them what was what.

It was awesome being up on stage and hearing people screaming for me to win. I didn't win. I lost to the girl who won the International Dancehall Queen Competition. She was amazing. During our last bout she pulled her leg up behind her booty, and then dropped into a split. Her booty never stopped moving. It was beyond impressive it defied the laws of physics. I wasn't about to do that.

I'm not at all ashamed to say that I enjoyed the ego boost. Also I didn't have to buy my own drinks for the rest of the night. Not that I drank a lot but ...still.

Dancehall is life!